Love Be Loved

Come love be loved,
In what other lives our hands?
And had i known your lips.
Your fingers and your toes.
Your,
knowing deep brown eyes.
Effervescent look their after glow.
Sweet the smell your exclusiveness that
i chase through every door.
Walk upon the sandy beach, standing there.
We apart will come to speak together again,
the other words some learn to grow.
Loved by you i come.
I taste the wind when you pass by
and defied my body sleeps, is chaste.
Each promenade first and last each promise.
One last dance before we come to go.
And i refuse to die before you do.

by James McLain

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